just take your time wherever you go
Smiling with a slight flush, Saiden nodded. "Oh, right. That makes sense." He glanced out at the water, which was indeed creeping further up onto the sands. When Jack clasped the cook on the shoulder he returned the favor by punching the captain (gently) in the arm.
Tucking the counterfeit items a small pouch at his waist, the Hali's fingers hovered over the rest of the offerings. Eventually, he snagged a vial of squid ink. Uncorking it, he sniffed it and nodded when he confirmed it was the real deal. Grinning as he sealed the vial again, he slid it into his pocket. There were some amazing dishes he could make with the ink. "Definitely worth it."
Gesturing at the chest, he raised his eyebrows. "Close 'er up and haul 'er in cap'n?" He started kicking the sand they'd disturbed back into the hole, trying to erase every trace of their presence there. The tide would do most of the work, but he figured he'd give it a hand. Or a foot, in this case.
Tucking the counterfeit items a small pouch at his waist, the Hali's fingers hovered over the rest of the offerings. Eventually, he snagged a vial of squid ink. Uncorking it, he sniffed it and nodded when he confirmed it was the real deal. Grinning as he sealed the vial again, he slid it into his pocket. There were some amazing dishes he could make with the ink. "Definitely worth it."
Gesturing at the chest, he raised his eyebrows. "Close 'er up and haul 'er in cap'n?" He started kicking the sand they'd disturbed back into the hole, trying to erase every trace of their presence there. The tide would do most of the work, but he figured he'd give it a hand. Or a foot, in this case.
